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Of Hearts and Shells: 50 Shades of Green	By : prplraven Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9 – Soul Touch
They ran together, not waiting for the others, not caring about the mutagen… just fully involved with each other. It was a dance, with no music or rhythm, but of the occasional touch and the continual meeting of the eyes. He wasn’t even seeing her physical self anymore; he was barely registering the physical world around him. There were no words to his thoughts, only intense emotions of pride, triumph, gratitude, and adoration for her, surrounding and embracing her, and hers radiated back at him: love and relief, desire and joy.
Reaching the subway car, they joined, him sliding into her… though it hardly seemed to matter; their consciences were already in another realm entirely, the physical realm slipping away from them. His emotions sang to hers, and hers echoed him in harmony. Words ceased to exist among the clear, flowing emotions. All thought burned away. There was only emotion here, a great, blindingly white plane, edged in shining rays of yellow and orange, and the very cores of themselves, their senses of self, their souls: iridescent spheres of pure silver light, like stars in their own private universe, that sang out to each other. There was no fear, or pain, nor jealousy, nor lust… There was no one else, and nothing else… only two souls serenading each other with their purest love.
The two spheres drew closer together as if magnetized, spun around each other and finally kissed, intense light flaring around them. They cleaved together like soap bubbles, or neutrons in the nucleus of an atom, the bright flare increasing the more they pressed together. From time to time they passed through each other, other times nearly merging into one.
Now and again, they would get flashes of themselves from the physical world, but so faint, they were little more than mere outlines. Their bodies coupled who knew how many times, in how many positions, but the physical pleasure was a tiny flash compared to the intensity of the communion of their souls.
They were content, and they were together, and they were perfect. They were one. Their love wrapped around them like a blanket, warm, secure, and serene.
Donatello would have been happy to spend eternity there, and would have, had April not eventually pulled away. A sense of worry came over him, pulling him back to the lower plane of the mind. What is it? What’s wrong? he thought to her.
We have to pull out, she thought back sadly, but urgently, or our bodies will die!
That was a bit melodramatic, wasn’t it? he thought, mostly to himself as they began their separation, but as he began to feel the aches in his body, he knew she was right.
“How did you know?” he asked aloud as they pulled further away. “How could you tell we needed to stop?”
“I… had a feeling,” she answered simply.
“A feeling,” he said skeptically. “In that mass of feelings, you got a feeling… that somehow I didn’t also feel.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.. maybe more like an instinct? Man, what the hell were we doing in here?! This place is a total disaster area!” True enough, the subway car looked like it had been turned inside out and partially whitewashed with… well, let’s be honest, turtle cum.
As they finished stepping out of their synergy, exhaustion hit them both like a brick wall. Donnie half-carried April back to the lair. April blearily looked at the clock on her T-phone. “Three hours.. new record for us.”
Donnie chuckled in response. “Wonder if Splinter will be impressed?”
A furious Splinter met them at the steps. “Where have you been?!” he demanded.
“Sorry Master… We didn’t think anyone would miss us for a few hours.”
“A few hours, no. Half a day, yes! Highly irresponsible!”
“Wait… what?” Donnie looked confusedly at April.
She took out her phone again. “Oh Jesus.. that says 5:00 pm… I thought it was am!”
“WHAT?!” Don blinked. “But… it didn’t feel like any time was passing at all! How could we lose that much time?”
“Uhh… Maybe our biological clocks don’t work as well when we’re that deep?”
Splinter fumed at them. “How long?”
April grimaced sleepily. “Like… 16 hours?”
“More like 17 if you include the fight.”
“Oh, right.”
Splinter’s jaw dropped. “What have you done?”
Donnie eyes blurred. He grimaced. “Sensei, I’m sorry, but… could I ask you to continue being mad at us in the morning? We’re really wiped out…”
April’s stomach growled. “…and hungry.”
Donnie coughed. “…and dehydrated…”
The rat sighed. “In the morning, then.”
Donatello awoke in his room, staring at the ceiling. He still felt fatigue in every muscle, and the deep cuts across his head throbbed, though not as intensely as before he had slept. He breathed a contented sigh, remembering the warm feelings that had enveloped him the previous day. Oh, to feel that again…
His door slid open. Splinter entered with a tray of food and tea, sliding the door closed behind him with his tail.
“Sensei, ohayo gozaimas,” Donnie greeted, sitting up.
“Ah, you are already awake. I thought I might have to wait until you woke.” He set the tray on a corner of the bedside table and knelt by the bedside. “Eat, and tell me about where you were that you could not measure time.”
Donnie fell back on his pillow. “Sensei, it was beautiful! … We were… I don’t know, really…”
“You used your synergy in your battle against Oroku Saki. I have gathered this much.” He scowled down at his son and student. “It was foolish to do so, especially after I had warned you of what came of Setsuko and Keto.”
Donnie’s brow creased with an apologetic expression. “We were out of options.”
“A ninja is never out of options!” the rat-mutant scolded. “Continue.”
Donnie nodded. “Shredder knocked me out, and April… she kept our mental connection going on her own, for several minutes. She didn’t give up on me. She saved us both.”
“And after that?”
He shook his head. “I don’t really remember. It was all just emotions from then on… It was like… I didn’t have any connection to my body, and neither did she… We were just… made of light. There was light everywhere, and love, and us, and nothing else. And we were the same… and we were complete.“ He stared at the blank concrete ceiling, not seeing it at all. “I kissed her soul,” he smiled up at it. Splinter let out a breathless gasp. “And I felt the most encompassing sense of… peace.”
He paused, feeling that serenity again as he remembered it.
Master Splinter sat quietly for a time, letting Donatello relive the tranquility in his mind. At length, he prompted, “What brought you back?”
“April got a sense that we needed to go back. She was right, of course. If she hadn’t, we probably would have stayed there until our bodies died of starvation. I wouldn’t have even cared.”
Splinter sighed. “You realize how much you endangered yourselves, then.”
“Yes, Sensei,” Donnie answered with a heavy sigh.
“Not only did you not wish to return, but you could have been taken unaware by our enemies. Killed, even. You left yourselves completely vulnerable!”
Donnie hadn’t realized this, and clenched his eyes. “I’m sorry, Sensei. We didn’t mean to make you worry…”
The rat nodded. “I am more worried now that you will attempt to reach this depth again, and that the consequences will be dire. It is for the best that you not let it happen again.”
“Hai, Sensei.”
“Your tea is getting cold. I will leave you now, and have a word with April about what we have discussed.” He made a slight bow, which Donnie returned, and exited the room.
Don threw back half of the tea at one gulp—ugh, it was terribly cold—and flopped back on his pillow. If we’re never allowed to do it again, he thought, at least we had this once. He returned to staring at the ceiling, committing the touch of their souls to memory.
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